When I despair of the world
there is always love that seeps
out in unexpected corners to
keep the fragile faith alive and
fill the empty bucket of my joy.
When I think of this universe of
icy loneliness in which I spin,
and wonder about brevity in all its forms,
love and passion comes to keep
the moment alive, for that is all
there ever is and shalt forever be.
When love smiles at me and
winks its eye of hope, I take a
second look and dream that life
is by this defined, even if there
is decay; for in this smile I
see myself held sure by something
like the velvet touch of peace.